Stirling nodded in a manner which suggested that this was what he had expected.
“Well,” he said, “I guess that’s the course most likely to appeal to a man constituted as you seem to be. But the question is, are you tough enough to see it through? It’s one that may cost you a good deal.”
“I don’t know,” said Weston. “I can only find out by trying.”
It appeared from his companion’s manner that the answer pleased him.
“Now,” he said, “are you open to take advice or help from me?”
Weston met his gaze, which was now unpleasantly steady.
“Advice, sir,” he answered. “I’m afraid I couldn’t take help.”
“From me?” said Stirling, dryly, with an emphasis on the last word which brought the blood to Weston’s cheek. “Well, you can come for the advice on any matter of detail when you feel like it. In a general way I can only throw out one suggestion now, and it’s at variance with the views you seem to hold. Go over to the Hogarth people, and make the most reasonable terms you can with them.”
“That’s what you would do in my place?” Weston asked, with a twinkle in his eyes.
“I’ve been a blame fool once or twice in my time,” Stirling admitted. “It’s curious that it didn’t cost me quite as much as most people expected. Still, what I’ve given you is excellent advice.”